In the pitch-black darkness, sharp sounds came one after another.
It was the loud sound of the tentacles of the Ten Thousand-Handed Priest rubbing against steel.
Under the pull and restraint of the tentacles, the Nomadic Mountain was almost lifted from the sea, and the machinery hanging on the deck was flattened in an instant.
At the front, Shi Dong stood quietly, letting his thick tentacles set off a hurricane, passing by, and just raising his head, staring at the monster so close at hand.
Look at that weird eye.
He couldn't help but smile.
Instinctively, a sense of unease arose in the giant squid's heart. Just looking at the old man's face, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
More than two hundred years ago.
From the beginning to now...
Ever since Shi Dong first held the sword, countless monsters had seen the cold smile on the corner of the old man's mouth before they died.
To this day, that smile has been stained with blood to the point of being ferocious, exuding the coldness and fear coming from the graves and bones.
Even if it has decayed to the point of returning to dust, even if it has become so old that it cannot stand without a cane.
The iron-like enthusiasm contained in that smile has not diminished at all. It seems to be with the soul, turning into flames and passing on the demon's corpse...
"I'm here."
At that moment, Shi Dong stood with his sword in his hand and whispered softly towards it.
Immediately afterwards, a loud noise erupted that was ten thousand times louder than before.
On the huge hull of Nomadic Mountain, countless fixed bolts hidden under the armor detonated and untied in an instant, and the scaly armor fell off the hull like fallen leaves.
The steel shell that had lost its support shriveled under the stranglehold of the tentacles, but the essence hidden under the disguise was revealed to the world for the first time as the crack spread.
Like a monster breaking free from its cage.
It's... alive!
Under the snake-bone ship's head, it was as if the blazing light in his eyes turned red in an instant.
The iron shell shattered.
Under the iron shell, there is the warm and putrid breath of the giant beast.
It was a huge mouth full of sharp teeth and gums that was slowly opening! As if he was grinning, he gave a passionate kiss to the prey that came to him, and then... he suddenly closed it!
Darkness boils.
The black mist that entered the ink was like a dying leper, growing, expanding, contracting, roaring, crying...
A series of earth-shattering loud noises sounded first.
Immediately afterwards, there was a painful scream.
By the end, all that was left was the creepy sound of chewing.
Click... click... click...
When the fog slowly dissipated, only the Nomadic Mountain, stained dark green by blood, was still floating on the sea. The inconspicuous remains of minced meat slowly sank into the sea.
As for the "Ten Thousand Hands Priest" who had been galloping in the deep sea for hundreds of years, he has now disappeared without a trace.
"Elder Stone, you..."
Carol staggered up to the deck, full of worry, but when she saw the still upright figure standing in a pool of blood, she unconsciously lowered her voice:
"Are you okay?"
"Me? I'm so good."
Shi Dong turned around, with a smile on his decaying face. There was indescribable satisfaction in that smile, "I didn't expect that there would be such a delicious appetizer just after arriving in Avalon..."
"Carol, I'm starting to like this era."
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"What's going on here?"
When the battle situation became clear, everyone fell into a brief silence, as if doubting their own eyes. But immediately afterwards, there was boiling ecstasy and cheers.
"The Priest of Ten Thousand Hands was defeated!!!"
The demon's blood was ignited in the purifying movement, and the nomadic mountain bathed in flames cut through the waves. It moved forward slowly in the majestic movement, turning over the soil like an iron plow, and the invisible force continued to hide in it. The demon in the sea hooked out and tore apart.
As a result, the turbid sea water was dyed an inky dark red.
Thick blood floated on the sea surface, like grease, supporting the firelight, causing the blazing flames to spread in the water, illuminating the dark world.
Cheers and praises came from afar, echoing on the sea like thunder, almost suppressing the neighing and loud noises.
"Everyone, let's fight, our counterattack has just begun..."
Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded from every bridge: "We will not retreat from this battle! Completely drive the demons out of this sea area, and comfort the heroes who died in the war and the sacrifices of the past!"
He paused and declared decisively:
"—Take this country, Avalon, back into our hands!"
What responded to him were the fanatical shouts of countless people.
"Counterattack! Counterattack!"
The roaring and shouting sounds echoed across the entire battlefield.
Under the illumination of the holy symbol, loud noises and roars resounded again.
The vast war resumed after a short break!
After a hundred years, the light of the torture rack lit up again in this long and invisible night.
After a brief silence, the figure of the Knights of the Round Table rose from Avalon and plunged into the fierce battlefield.
As the Nomadic Mountain advanced, the huge demons hidden in the deep sea were pulled out one by one, cut into pieces, and after pulling out the usable materials, they were mercilessly thrown into the purifying flames.
Until finally, the ocean was almost covered in flames.
Using the corpses of demons as firewood, the flames danced in the hymns, outlining the scene of judgment and purgatory in the human world.
The fighting lasted all night.
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It was a short night, but it seemed like forever.
When the last deep sea monster was shattered by the petitioners' cannons, and the black river where monsters gathered was burned by the flames, the war finally came to a brief end.
Everyone stood there blankly, staring at the sea covered in blood and embers, as if they had woken up from a nightmare and suddenly didn't know where they were.
"it's over?"
"Where's the demon?"
"We... won?"
"victory!!!"
"Long live! Long live Angelou!!!"
The ecstasy of surviving the disaster and the glory of victory merged in the chest, turning into an impulse that made people ecstasy and cry. Whether it was on the deck, in the sky, or on the bridge, everyone was cheering and hugging each other, with tears streaming down their faces, and screams and roars.
Amidst the noise, at the command seat, Ye Qingxuan took off his hat, put it on the table, stretched out tiredly, and felt that his whole body finally relaxed.
Staring out the window at the city that was lit up again, I couldn't help but smile.
"Go back to Hong Kong."
He whispered softly: "Let's go home."
Avalon, I'm back.
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After passing through the long and narrow waterway, the port's scratch-covered gate slowly opened, its pivot rotated, and it made a sharp friction sound.
In the turbulent sea water, the Royal Navy, covered with scars, finally entered the port. What could be seen were dazzling lights and crowds of people cheering feverishly. Even if the guards outside the port blocked it, they still could not extinguish the enthusiasm and ecstasy. .
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
The cheers were like a tsunami.
No longer need to worry about being abandoned in a sudden evacuation, being separated from your family, leaving your homeland and embarking on a long dark journey.
This sudden victory was a shot in the arm for a city that had been suffering for days and was almost suffocating. It also made those suffering people full of expectations for the future again.
And it was the sudden dark warship that brought this hope.
During the Great Development Era a hundred years ago, the purifying musicians who opened up the land from the dark world returned again. Holding high the flame banner, they came to this city at the most dangerous and dark moment, throwing the demons into the flames, and once again suffocating the darkness. The world lights up.
But at the front of the crowd, those dignitaries who rushed in from various agencies and even the evacuation fleet were not necessarily in a relaxed mood.
In order to prioritize the evacuation and compete for the last remaining resources, the upper-level figures who originally knew the evacuation plan half a day in advance of the civilians made countless secret transactions in a short period of time, and some even spent their entire lives on it. .
The authorities let this go, and Lancelot, who was exhausted mentally and physically, no longer had the strength to control them, and even allowed them to set up the team of the government-in-exile.
As a result, the evacuation plan was aborted, and the government-in-exile disappeared.
Some people were a step slower. At first they were beating their chests and even falling into despair, but now they are relieved, smiling, and grateful for their fate. And those who are quick have already boarded the boat early...
Now the ship is here, but it has no meaning.
Although the fate of the next city is equally uncertain, who can guarantee that there will be a time to evacuate
This time in the sudden retreat, nobles and high-ranking officials even occupied two-thirds of the fleet. The remaining one-third of the tickets still did not fall into the hands of civilians, but were marked After receiving the sky-high price, they were plundered like crazy.
The people at the bottom are now completely disappointed with them.
The consultants did not need to investigate anymore, so they sighed and assured their employers that now their credibility and image had dropped to the lowest point, and they had completely fallen into the "Tacitus Trap", and no matter what they did, they would be regarded as doing bad things.
If they evacuate again next time, they will face an angry riot before retreating. By then... it's hard to say who exactly the position on the ship belongs to.
Therefore, for this sudden savior, many people only have deep bitterness in their hearts, not any gratitude at all, and even a trace of well-disguised resentment.
And amidst the complicated expressions and low voices of the crowd, the crowd surged. The big knight opened the way, and under the escort of the garrison, two black carriages drove into the port.
A car with the emblem of the religious order came from Westminster Abbey. The car door opened and walked out with the help of an attendant. It was the old Archbishop Mephistopheles who had been blind for many years.
The other one is more low-key and has no emblem.
A middle-aged man with a pale face stepped out of the car.
He was wearing a black dress, which looked very formal, but those with sharp eyes could see the wrinkles on the corners of the dress, which had not been changed for many days.
The dress was thickened, decorated with thick fur, and was very warm, but his face was still not rosy. Instead, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed heartbreakingly.
A few years ago, he was severely injured by an assassin in order to protect the Queen. Until now, his lung disease has been incurable.
"Marquis Lancelot..."
The low discussion in the crowd was choked. Everyone looked at the figure standing in front and couldn't help but stop talking.
At this moment, Lancelot, the only remaining backbone in Avalon, the actual leader of the Anglo Kingdom and the leader of the Privy Council, appeared here alone, without even an entourage.
He just nodded to Archbishop Mephistopheles, then stopped talking and turned his attention to the dark warship slowly entering the harbor.
Not a word was spoken.